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Francis' POV

The echoes of my footsteps fill the hallways as I walk to my father's study. I am happy to see my father again, but I feel an anger rise in me. I come up to his door and loudly knock. After a minute of silence I nod to the guards at his door and let myself in.

"You were not announced."

"I know father, but you did not respond. I know you would not be with one of your mistresses in your study. I want to know why you did not tell me my wife is with child, my child most importantly." A look of surprise cross his face; I realize he did not know. "You did not know, did you?"

"I rarely saw your wife, she is not my main concern. As long as she is not dead, I do not care."

"So you can have your claim on England, on Scotland. Father she has been with child for 4 months, how could you have not noticed!"

"Francis, do not raise your voice at your father, your king more importantly. How can she be with child after she had miscarriages so soon?"

I look at him for a few seconds in silence and every bit of gossip was true. I could not believe everything I had heard, what my mother had warned me, what Mary warned me about.

"Tis true then, you wanted to be king of 3 countries. But how would you accomplish that? Tis not like Scotland is truly yours, or England if Mary claims it. I can not even try to understand this insanity."

"One day you shall my son, once you are king." He says to me with an evil, crazed smile.

"I shall never be like you father, for I have a heart."

I walk out of his study, not being able to handle what I am processing in my head. Though he did not answer my assumption of him killing my mother and I, I know he will not let any obstacle get in his way: his wife, me, my wife, or our unborn child. The last thought sends the most shivers down my spine: how could someone be so heartless to kill an innocent babe?

Mary's POV

I wake up in sweats and gasping for air. I must have had another nightmare, they have been more common recently. My head feels light on my shoulders, but heavy at the same time. As though my head is a rock yet a feather at the same time. I slowly climb out of bed and drink some water that was left for me by the servants.

I decide to change into a day dress, still being in my night gown, by myself. It has become easier due to me not wearing a corset anymore since I had learned of the child in my womb. Francis and I never had time to truly talk about this, it must not be easy for him: to come back from war and find your wife being sick because she is with your child. I do not know if he cared for me out of love for me or just of pity.

He might care for me because I am carrying his heir, though I hope it is not the case. Love is a luxury we royals do not have. I refuse to believe it, but my head says the truth can be brutal and break one's heart. The separation between my heart and head is hard because of my Francis. I do not know if I can call him 'my' Francis anymore. I know I might be thinking too much about the situation, I am too anxious and uneasy right now to look at this clearly.

I walk out of the chamber, deciding to take a walk in the garden. It has been warmer than expected and I know I will not be able to walk as easily as I am now soon. I had grabbed a book before I left and sit on a bench in the garden. The sounds of nature surround me: the sounds of young love amongst the birds, new babes about to hatch from their shells, the wind whispers secrets of the court through my hair into my ear, though I do not understand what tis is telling me. Rarely have I ever been this much at peace and in such a blissful environment for this amount of time.

About 3/4th through the book I feel a presents near me and look up with my hand on my abdomen. My eyes are not greeted by anything, but my ears hear quick footsteps and the sounds on my name escaping people's lips. I contemplate leaving my heaven and entering the gates of Hell, only truly Hell most of the time, but I decide to soak in the existing time I have left by myself in the taste of paradise that taunted me from my window for months. I am probably imagining hearing my name being used in such a desired manner, even a friendly one.

The light from the sky slowly fades and night is coming upon me, making it harder for me to read the words printed on my book. With only a few pages left I hear someone yell my name out in desperation. I look up to see Francis down the walkway of the garden. His face is painted with desperate worry and a flicker relief washed over him. He runs up in me and crashes his lips to mine with such force I almost fall over into the bushes. We part and he is painting with a heavy breath, I can feel his heavy emotions around me.

"Francis, what is wrong?"

"Nothing is truly wrong now love. We could not find you in the whole castle, even your ladies did not have knowledge of where you were. I was so worried you had been taken from me."

"Francis I have been reading in the garden since I had woken up. I do not see why you are acting so insane. Recently, I usually come to this part of the garden when I desire some quiet time to myself. I am surprised my ladies did not find me easily."

"I do not remember you reading in the garden much?"

"I had begun to take advantage on the warm weather when I can by coming out to the garden." I said with a small smile.

"Well, I was worried something had happened to you…a-a-and the baby." He said while looking down at my swollen stomach. The look in his eye was of that he was dreaming yet cautious, like something would break or become unreal from his acknowledgment.

"Francis, the babe is well. I am feeling well right now. Tis okay for you to say it, our babe." With speaking, I grabbed his hand and place it on my stomach for him to feel how real it is to feel one's dreams come true. His eyes light up as he moves his hands around my stomach, a smile is now painted on his face.

"We're having a baby Mary."

"Yes Francis, we are having a baby."

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